Brick by brick this was built.

Grains of time, mix the mortar.

The blood and bones of pawns,
lubricate the machine.

The notches of the fallen,
all ghosts now.

My fortress is high,
constructed with great cunning.

Brick by brick this was built.

To save me from me.
To save me from you.

©MilkThistle Music. All rights reserved